Luyện nghe bài hát The mirrors in the room go black and blue

On a Sunday morning in her shoes
We don't choose who we
We choose

The lights over the Midway on the street
In a Sunday shoes, her Saturday feet
She love who he choose
She need what she use

Daylight and exposes
bruises and cold roses
Cold

Nothing but the sunlight will you grow
From underneath your bed you can't see the
We choose what we see
We don't

Fortunate and just like a child
All money buys you medicine but can't buy you time
We choose what we love
And she don't need she got

Daylight comes and
bruises and cold roses
Cold

roses
Cold